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We sat in the blistering cold last winter in amongst the city’s streets. Holding onto my latte between my hands, I used the warmth from it to capture some heat within my fingers tip. The wind was quick yet hasty and tiny droplets of rain started to fall leaving Sydney in a light drizzle. ‘Why do we always sit outside?’ I asked to no one in particular as him and I both know that being born smokers, outside is not just one option but the only option.
It’s been over six months since I saw his face. He looks the same, hasn’t aged not even a tiny bit yet deep within his eyes was a touch of wisdom that never once existed. As I allowed the exhale of smoke swirl into the winter’s night, we spoke of philosophies and different spectrums of psychology; the good, the bad and the evil. Through many of the past moments we had together, that night was truly memorable. I told him I was leaving indefinitely and he asked me why. With a slight smile, I explained that my time had come and I’m leaving to write, to finally pack up and call it day and wake up to something new. Instead of the grimace I was expecting, he smiled at me and told me how proud of me he was. Through his voice, I can sense his genuine authority as he rose his voice over the now, blasting wind. It was a beautiful night that even the weather couldn’t tear apart. After so many years, this one dear friend is still someone I hold close to my heart. His loyalty is indescribable and his wittiness cannot be compared to no other. Despite being a tad slow, he always comes through with such vibrant light that at times, I fail to return the same gesture of kindess.
As the night carried on, we lead into the subject of six degrees of separation. How every soul in this world is connected and that it was truly a matter of fact rather than fate. Through billions of souls, we all touch upon each other in absolute certainty and it acts like a chain reaction with extreme precision. I played with this thought and asked him sarcastically, ‘does this mean technically speaking, I know Barack Obama?’ He laughed with his trademark voice and answered, ‘yes! You may not know him directly but someone knows someone else that is friends with someone else and eventually you’re connected to him’.
I actually thought he was pulling shit out of his ass… until now.
I knew of you. You now know me and I officially know you too hence from six degrees of separation, it’s trascended to a mere one and a quarter that’s somehow multiplied into a strange four and five eighths. We can’t forget the five eighths. The strategic five eighths of the entire picture.
How I’m feeling, it doesn’t matter
Cause you know I’m okay
And still, I ask myself, “Why do you worry?”
When you know I’m the same
Drake – Over My Dead Body
Strategically speaking; 5/8′s
Bless.
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